I wish I could stop being a dreamer,
Or being pessimistic, or apart of a crowd.
And I make my chest breathe in deeper,
Make a smile, stretching my mouth.
And I try to provide you a different me,
Be the one you would gladly accept.
I wish I get peace, don't struggle to live
In this world, which I hardly content.
I don’t want to get stuck to my dreams
(My mind is full of the dreams, though).
It's a stupid attempt of catching the wind
And spending a life chasing rainbows.
No one really knows
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